Alone again in the middle of the cavern, my senses heightened by the attention, the potions, the weed, and the hands, I wasn't sated at all by the org...asm, and wanted desperately to get off the table and find a willing man. There were certainly enough of them around. I could see everyone flirting around me, at a reasonable distance, couples and groups of varying sizes and ages. Not all the girls were with boys either. Those who felt the urge, or the curiosity, were flirting with the other girls,. She made me put on thechastity belt before he left to make sure it fit properly. I dreadedwearing that belt every time that she made me wear it. But of course, Ihated it even worse when she would attach the shock box onto the back ofthe belt, and make me feel its affect deep up in my "male Pussy", or mypenis. More on this latter. For the next week I only had to wear thechastity belt at bed time. But that was punishment enough since sheinserted one of the rubber plugs and drove it deep into my. I wonder whether a different man will feel different inside me? Will I be able to feel how much bigger his prick is when it is in me? Is it the wine at dinner that is making me not scream blue murder at being forced to have sex with this man?'As he removed his trousers, he remarked, "You seem very complaisant. Are all English titled ladies so willing?" I really don't know. Downstairs in the ante-room was the first real sexual act I have ever performed with anyone other than my husband, but. At first I thought it might be the other guy that had to get panties from the same sorority. The light was on and I knew he had to see it so my interest was peeked and I had to watch. The guy made his way up the ladder and in through the window. The girls acted very surprised and a little scared to see him. Then I realized, they were roll playing. Oh, this would be worth watching. I was finding out what each girl in this sorority really liked to do and maybe could use that to my advantage when.